riptide- outer banks

sixty-five | the 'perfect' guy

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Kori attempted to suppress her smile as she opened the front door to her house. She'd unlocked it from the inside earlier, but that's not what caught her eye. It was the fact that the caution tape and notice had been taken off the door. They rested on the wooden porch floor, only causing her brow to knit together.

"J?" She called out, smile already having vanished as she stepped through the doorway. "You here?"

There was no response.

"Kor, his motorcycle's gone." Logan realized, eyes still wandering about the front yard.

"Okay. That means he's at the chateau." Kori recalled, turning in a full circle.

Logan abandoned his search, joining her in the entrance of her house and closing the door behind himself. "Okay, what's wrong?"

The heel of her boot kicked into an empty beer can, causing the aluminum to slide across the floor. "That. That is what's wrong." She let out a breath, lifting her gaze to his. "Anyway, welcome to my house. Definitely not as nice as yours, but don't worry, because we have—"

"Kori," Logan interjected, taking the few steps to her. "I don't care about any of this. I don't care if you lived here or if you lived in the frickin' White House. It doesn't matter to me. Money's just a bunch of kook-ass bullshit, right?"

Kori couldn't help it as a smile crossed her face. "I wanna show you something."

Logan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't question her. He followed her through the living room and down the hallway to what he presumed was her room. As she opened the door, he instantly took note of how clean it was. There were a few items of clothing littering the floor and a few pairs of shoes strewn across her carpet, but other than that, it was near spotless. It was drastically different from the rest of the house.

"Okay. Sit. I have to get it." Kori instructed, gesturing to her bed.

He did as she said, taking a seat on the edge. He kept his eyes on her as she slid open her closet door and knelt down. She leaned forward, reaching for something in the back left corner. A twinge of curiosity pricked at his chest as she pulled out a shoe box and placed it on her lap.

Facing him, Kori locked onto his narrowed gaze. "You know, I used to think your family was perfect. Stupid, annoying Kooks, but perfect." She admitted, shoulders halfheartedly shrugging.

His brow only raised. "Well, that assumption was terribly wrong. Two out of the five Cameron's are murderers."

"I know. Anyway," The blonde paused as she removed the lid. "This is kind of like my dream in a way. A dream that I'll get out. That I'll see the world."

As she handed the box to him, either side of his mouth quirked up into a stunned smile. His hands brushed the various postcards, lifting a small portion off the top of the neatly stacked pile inside. The locations ranged from Italy to Australia to Mexico, even more tucked underneath the others. "Kor, this is..." He paused, locking back onto her gaze. "This is really cool."

She just sat on the ground, eyes pinned on him. "I've never actually shown that to anyone before. Like, no one. Not even J."

Logan carefully set the few postcards he'd taken back onto the pile, never taking his eyes off of her. "Why'd you show me then?"

Her shoulders faintly raised. "Because I trust you."

Logan didn't say anything momentarily, attention focused only on her. Sitting where he was, listening to her talk about her dream, it only made him like her more. "You are...a wonder."